As a result of the following - my extended absence from this site, my increasingly hectic life, my eventual intent to be published, and my growing fear of plagiarism (yes, I know, I'm not that good, it's paranoid, so sue me) - I have decided to remove all serious works from this site.

Not that anyone I remember working with or anyone who used to read and review my work still writes anymore, or even will notice this.

Here's the thing: there's a bad boy with a motorcycle, the school's most popular jock, the nerd/Pres of Student Council who's also my best friend, and the girl just next door to all this chaos. That'd be me. And they want me. So they say. Oh what fun.

She wanted to ignore him, but that was harder than it sounded. Especially when he kept popping up in the middle of her living room. Now if only he would stay where he belonged... like in the twenty second century. [Fin.]

What: Stranded. When: One screwed up summer vacation. Where: A deserted Island. How: Long story. Who: Me. And that guy who doesn’t really count because at this rate I’m gonna kill the jerk before we ever get rescued...

[COMPLETE] Bastard children often have remarkable consequences. But in this case the announcement of a pregnancy where there should be none is simply the catalyst that jerks another into a remarkable place in her world's history...